When the hell his this drastic dA change happen?
I thought I was in the wrong site for a second.
My sister's alright in Cape Town. She's emailed me everyday, so I guess the previous 'mild panic-attacks' were unnecessary.
Still, its a bit saddening when I walk into the kitchen from school and I expect to see her sitting there, talking to Mom. I'll miss it, but its okay.
Me: I have these scratches on my arm, and I've no idea how the got there.
Jen: Invisible cat.